Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Erasure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.